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Old letter "Autograph"

Music: Arthur Berkut
Words: Margarita Pushkin

I found yesterday
The park has an old letter,
As if looking
In an unfamiliar window.
As if looking
I'm someone in the house that is quiet and empty,
Where there is only one tenant -
Alien hope is sad.
Old letter -
So many years have passed since then
And hardly anyone now
Even a shadow will help to find
Those days.

I involuntarily became
For two people, the judge
It may be wrong
Understanding this role.
I wanted to take
They are hands and say
Only they are those words
That it’s hard to find yourself:
"Love - know how to forgive."

I don't know, maybe evening
Then they prepared a meeting
Everything around seemed eternal,
And the pain left
It was as if there was never a question of her.
I don't know who was wrong,
And whether that prayer was needed ...

It was just five
Uneven lines,
Someone's faith in life
Was fragile.
Old letter -
Fate alien to me.
Book without the initial chapters
And the book endlessly.
Like someone's cry
All years in spite -
Someone is a forgotten letter.